Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kiribati and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Television,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.